Hopie Spitshard — Same Old Song tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Same Old Song", wykonawca: Hopie Spitshard.
Tekst piosenki
Turnin' the dials on the radio
It’s the same ole, same ole
Aiyo it feels like I heard it all before
Isn’t this a remake from way long ago
Should we blame the h*es or the men who like
But it’s always been the same song since the first
Nothin' brand new ‘bout that topic
Is it ‘bout the profit? Really why we dyin' now?
Is it ‘bout the fame?
Is it ‘cause they lyin' ‘bout the money to they name?
People act so funny when you step into this game
But they all end up the same, goddamn shame
Everyone’s an artist but nobody creates
Wait, maybe it’s about to be a change
Lookin' at this outcast like isn’t Hopie strange
I’m a true head and I’m lookin' for a place to
Lay down my hat so let’s lay down some tracks, foo'
It’s the same old song
Wonder why we rewinding the same old song
Listenin' to this sh*t are we be
Be seekin' something better
But they keep playin' the same old song
In the back of my head
Wonder why majority of rappers I met
Think they steady breaded out, headed out the door
With money on their brain, just dummies with a chain
And a name tryna build so they start a little beef
That’s a gimmick
Nobody stayin' focused on the lyrics
Everyone’s a critic and nobody is an artist
Everyone is in to kill but everyone’s a target
Generation built tryna come up on a one-up
Still tryna build but gotta deal with all the karma
Silly how a dollar bill will switch your whole style
Couple people interest now you mister profile
All the while, I’ll be the one on the side
Never lookin' for a coattail to ride
So oh well it’s a right side beer on the right
My writing speak for itself every single time
It’s the same old song
Wonder why we rewinding the same old song
Listenin' to this sh*t are we be
Be seekin' something better
But they keep playin' the same old song
So I lust for the memory, once upon a tape deck
Waitin' for my weekend, gather up my paycheck
Rock it to the record store, lose it on the LPs
Trees and the air I smoke, lost in my headphones
Dead room, dense smoke, daddy shake his head, no-
Body ever tell me nothin' till the night fall
Head nod heavy through the ‘90s till my neck hurt
Write in every margin, steady sharpenin' my pencils
And there they go, though all of a sudden
Full of that bullsh*t, back with
Say it was a cycle but I swear sh*t washed up
Money on a stripper pole, b*tches getting tossed up
Rappers in the kitchen tryna cook a proper obstacle
Nobody listenin', rather bring the figures in
Wishin', waitin', call me impatient
Face it, not everything that glitters gon' make it
It’s the same old song
Wonder why we rewinding the same old song
Listenin' to this sh*t are we be
Be seekin' something better
But they keep playin' the same old song
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Turnin ' the dials on the radio
To ten sam ole, ten sam ole
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Czy to nie remake z dawno temu?
Powinniśmy winić h*E lub ludzi, którzy lubią
Ale to zawsze była ta sama piosenka od pierwszego
Nothin 'brand new' bout that topic
Chodzi o zysk? Dlaczego teraz umieramy?
Chodzi o sławę?
To dlatego, że kłamią o pieniądzach?
Ludzie zachowują się tak zabawnie, kiedy wkraczasz w tę grę.
Ale wszyscy kończą tak samo, cholerna szkoda.
Każdy jest artystą ale nikt nie tworzy
Czekaj, może to się zmieni.
Patrzenie na tego wyrzutka nie jest dziwne.
I 'm a true head and I' m lookin ' for a place to
Lay down my hat so let 's lay down some tracks, foo'
To ta sama stara piosenka.
Wonder why we rewinding the same old song
Listenin ' to this sh * T are we be
Be seekin ' something better
But they keep playin ' the same old song
In the back of my head
Wonder why most of rappers I met
Think they steady breaded out, headed out the door
Z pieniędzmi w mózgu, tylko manekiny z łańcuchem
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To sztuczka.
Nobody stayin'
Każdy jest krytykiem, a nikt nie jest artystą.
Każdy chce zabić, ale każdy jest celem.
Generation built tryna come up on a one-up
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Głuptasie, jak dolar zmieni Twój styl?
Kilka osób interesuje teraz ty mister profile
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Never lookin ' for a coattail to ride
To piwo po prawej stronie.
Moje pismo mówi samo za siebie za każdym razem
To ta sama stara piosenka.
Wonder why we rewinding the same old song
Listenin ' to this sh * T are we be
Be seekin ' something better
But they keep playin ' the same old song
Więc pożądam pamięci, pewnego razu na kasecie magnetofonowej
Czekam na weekend, Zbierz moją wypłatę.
Rock it to the record store, lose it on the LPs
Drzewa i powietrze, które palę, zagubione w moich słuchawkach
Martwy pokój, gęsty dym, Daddy shake his head, no-
Body ever tell me nothin ' till the night fall
Kiwnij głową w latach 90-tych, aż boli mnie kark.
Pisz w każdym marginesie, ostrzej moje ołówki
I oto idą, choć nagle
Pełen tych bzdur, z powrotem z
Say it was a cycle but I swear sh * t washed up
Pieniądze na rurze do striptizu, b*TCH zostaje rzucone w górę
Raperzy w kuchni tryna gotować odpowiednią przeszkodę
Nobody listenin', rather bring the figures in
Wishin', waitin', call me impatient
Pogódź się z tym, nie wszystko, co błyszczy, sprawi, że będzie
To ta sama stara piosenka.
Wonder why we rewinding the same old song
Listenin ' to this sh * T are we be
Be seekin ' something better
But they keep playin ' the same old song